Disclaimer: Same as last chapter.
No profit, etc.
Author: J.A.K
Rating: PG-15
Summary: What would you do if your sister's rapist turned out to be your
soulmate? This is the story of a girl who had to answer that question.
#Chapter Seven#
Ms. Lanai
He was a dick…but he was the only one who was in a position to help me find my family. That was the thought that kept me mildly self-possessed as I sat there—on a bed—inside one of the many rooms that he had.
Craning my neck, I glanced at the clock that stood on the mahogany colored side table.
The red digits indicated that it was eight--thirty in the morning.
I sighed and turned my back to the table. There was nothing to do but wait and think until it was time to return to him and start the search. He told me to go to sleep, but sleep was a ridiculous suggestion. The reason I was even in this place was to escape the dreams I had been having.
I put my head against the pillow and absorbed the comforts of an overly comfortable bed and sheet set.
Later on I would think that I was a fool for not having realized it immediately; that maybe things could have gone differently had I spoken of it earlier. But all things happened for a reason. Every road led to another road, which led to three more roads and so on. The choices that we all make, were only different ways to get to that final end where there were no more paths, and the destination where you were meant to be, finally came.
But all of that was later on.
Right now, the only thing I could think was 'Oh…My…God'.
Maybe in all the excitement and confusion that had occurred in the past four hours (had it only been four hours) I hadn't had time to register that I had found the person who matched the name; the name that plagued me night after night. The name that, in my dream, had been spoken of with such grief induced tones that I cringe just thinking about it now.
That didn't matter though. They were just dreams…right? That's what I tried to convince myself, even while I had just accepted that I had a soulmate—and that he was a vampire; and that there was a another mystical world within our human society that most people have never known about.
Again, I would later call myself a fool, but at that moment I put those conflicting suppositions out of my mind; they were just too disturbing; because if those dreams were indeed true, and I had felt that much pain…then that also meant that I had felt tremendous love.
I shook my head vigorously deciding that I should think about other things. Things like, how and when I had actually come to accept the fact that Kailand was telling me the truth about our situation.
I sat up slightly, looking over the objects of the room to see if there were any clothes that I could change into. Deciding that he must have been sensible enough and rich enough to have clothes prepared for me, I made my way towards the adjoining bathroom.
Kailand
I stared at the surface of my ceiling, shifting my body, as I freely accepted the comfort of my very comfortable bed and sheet set.
It was eight thirty in the morning—more than half an hour since my guards had shown her to her room—and I still couldn't sleep. Blaming my insomnia on the alcohol that had more than likely belatedly escaped my veins, I shifted again so that I could remove a few of the fallen strands that clung to the back of my neck.
I couldn't stop my thoughts from returning to her. They stayed in my mind just as the gentle humming of her presence did…which reminded me.
Why couldn't she just go to sleep?
I sighed rolling my eyes. How did one of the most powerful vampires in the world—who also happened to be a powerful Lord—get in the position of having to bow to the demands of a human?
A human woman no less.
A human woman who just so happened to be my-
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, willing myself not to follow through on what were more than unacceptable thoughts.
Frustrated, I curled my fingers into the crevice of my palms making an impenetrable grip.
I had to accept it sometime. After all, she was right here in my mansion with only a floor of wood and random materials separating us.
A feeling of blind rage suddenly engulfed me.
Because of this fucking… link… she could continually hold her life for ransom, and force me to do whatever she wanted to do.
I rolled over so that my face and stomach were buried in the pillow and bed spread.
Why couldn't she just fear me like everyone else did? Why couldn't she be taken with my sense of humor? It would have made everything so much easier and uncomplicated.
But no.
She had to be the one person- besides Thierry- who could go beyond their own fear, and even more damagingly, be completely un-charmed by me.
Me, a man who drove women- and some men- of every species to actually consider sacrificing their children just to have the chance to be spoken of with favor…by me.
My skin became overly-heated, but I gradually calmed myself. Anger didn't solve anything. It was a weak emotion; an emotion that could be exploited by your enemies.
I rolled over again, this time sitting up, as I mentally flipped through the names of those who were formerly involved in a relationship with me.
Sighing, I thought that I should have had some woman come here to have a quick shag so that I could get the feel of her lips out of my memory.
As quickly as that idea popped into my head, it was just as quickly subdued by a part of my mind- the part that she affected- that had become constricted; as though she were currently distressed.
Listening, for a while, to her conflicting emotions, I saw that there was something I had forgotten to do.
Well…
…I didn't actually have to do it myself. It could've probably been done faster if I sent the message telepathically to a guard that was more conveniently located. But my thoughts were disregarded as I moved my legs over to the side of the bed, and stood.
Looking in my wardrobe for things I knew a previous lover had left behind, I grabbed the garments and turned around.
Walking towards the exit, I thought how ironic it was that I had found my soulmate at the end of the fucking world; how ironic it was that, while I cursed fate for bringing this intrusion into my life, I was also currently headed towards her room with fresh clothes…
…God I had to find her family as quickly as possible.
The sooner they were found the faster she could leave.
Ms. Lanai
Enjoying the touch of the warm water as it gently caressed my weary body, I let my mind sink deeply into the thoughts I had previously been having.
I silently conjured up a list. It was titled: Reasons to believe Kai—he was telling the truth.
One- He said that touching activated our consciousness of each other's existence, making us aware of how we were intended to see each other; as two halves of a whole. So it would make a certain amount of sense that I had first gained serious doubts of his guilt when he grabbed my wrist back in the store. The contact wasn't long enough for us to realize who we were to each other, but long enough for me to get a glimpse into his soul.
My hair was becoming shorter and shorter as the freshly applied moisture made it settle in dark, wavy rivulets down the center of my back. Opening my closed eyes, I grabbed the bar of soap and started applying it to the more delicate parts of my body.
Two…why the hell was I really making this list?
Face it. He's telling the truth.
I finished washing myself off and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing the towel I had acquired beforehand, I silently dried myself off.
Though my chest had just begun to feel slightly tapered, I noticed serenely that it was actually a pretty bathroom. The walls were tiled a color somewhere in between blue and green. There were different types of plants of every size lining the floors paneling.
Poor plants, I thought. If they were having as much difficulty breathing as I was, they were probably gonna die.
How the hell did so much steam accumulate anyway?
I wrapped myself with the same towel I used to dry myself off and headed back towards the room.
To say I was shocked when I met him sitting on my bed with a bland expression on his face, would be a vast understatement.
He had on a black expensive looking shirt with black, equally expensive looking pants and boots to match. His dark blond strands were flung in every direction, but not in an unkempt way. Whatever wildness there was about him it all appeared to be very purposeful. He sat completely up, with the headboard supporting his back; both legs extended across the disarrayed spread, and one lying atop the other. Even though his features were nondescript, he still managed to look extremely sexy.
Nevertheless, sharp indignation pervaded the scope of my body as I remembered our earlier encounter.
Securing the folds of material that covered my skin, I crossed my arms over my chest.
"I thought you were the one who said we should get some sleep."
The corner of his lips rose slightly.
"I did."
I couldn't help the sigh that escaped my mouth.
"Then why are you here?"
Even as the last word reached his ears, I noticed his expression change as amusement filled his eyes. He slowly swung his legs over the edge of the bed so that they stood on the carpeted floor. He fingered the bundle he had in his arms.
"I thought that much would be clear just by sight."
I stepped closer to the dresser that was next to me, and leaned on it.
"So you brought me clothes." I tried to make my face as dry as I knew my voice would sound. "Thanks."
He got up then, and made his way towards the door. As he turned his head, I noticed that he wore a very malicious expression.
"Oh don't thank me." He turned back and twisted the rounded knob. "Thank the woman who was kind enough to forget it here."
With that, he left, just as the implications of his words sunk in.
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